DREAMS 2 DOLLAR$

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Gardener Gilson & Mxntano

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I swear i'm done this time
So sick of all your motherfuckin lies
My life is like a movie filled with horror, drama and advice
I'm tryna be the author but theres some things that we can't decide
Life is a challenger i dodge it's obstacles all the time

It used to be easy early teens i was chasing profits
All you cunts are deceiving chatting bad but know you ain't on shit
Now there's so many fiending i'm serving fiends to fill my pockets
All you rappers stay dreaming while my dreams are turning to dollars

I'm on a grind this a hussle double up the bags get em sent
Life is a puzzle Nipsey said first get yo money and then respect
'Last Time That I Checc'd' I swear we put the rap scene in check
You cunts all making me board you're just pawns in this game of chess

It's still f*ck the jacks
Smoking beugs till my lungs collapse
Shawty at the studio choppin trees like a lumberjack
I heard she wan be mine so i told her i ain't got trust in that
F*ck it lad i'll rap until the engineer says it run it back

I been tryna' stack some growth brudda at the moment we underground
Imma spazz a flow till the rappin' blows n u love my sound
All the lads jus know imma have a go till my mother proud
Still i'll smack my nose w a pack a coke till im comin down

The sun is out and it's 6 in the mornin
I'm sippin a northern
And wiggin now my vision is warpin'
These bitches are talkin
I swear their all jus piggie informants
Constistently stalkin n now tryna convict me for walkin

But i'm just walkin by
Tryna move on from my haunted mind
Feelin sorta fine but sorta not i think i'm borderline
Fucken up my life from snorting lines until i'm mortified
Tryna sort it right but all i find is me jus pourin pints
Spit morbid rhymes

And flowin it wit a attitude
You can't even rap on ya seedy tracks , no passionfruit
I don't fight a lot cuz i'm nice for what, jus rappin truth
Tryna' get the cheddar smoke lemon pepper and stack the views
I'll back my dudes

If a cat wanna chat shit
Cap in ur raps kid
Never packin' a fat shiv
Spazz with a track quick
Imma snap like elastic
But all these pussys living off a packet of catnip

Lad you're a spastic it's all cap in your rap vids
How you claiming in broadday that your gangs really active
Yo mother lying too it's in yo genes like saks fifth
How you saying you trap but then rap bout being an addict

F*ck me, I swear i'm never gonna understand
Why u claim u trappin' lad n wrappin' packs in rubber bands
Be a fucken man
Drop the knife n make another plan
Tryna' prove ya tough n soon ya blood'll stain ya mothers hands

I bounce tracks, drop quick, n i share the heat
The bouncer tell me i'm too fucked n i better leave
Think I'm finna' bounce coz i'm flippin out like a trampoline
Now ur an amputee coz i hung ya balls on a cherry tree

I swear too many bitches lie... i couldn't tell you what's the truth
She doesn't like the things i'm saying when i step into the booth
She getting mad but she looks bad we fight then end up in the room
This is that real shit unlike them rappers that cap for views
Still packin a beug
Every time a motherfucker wakes up
Brainnumb toxic feel like huskii with these strange cuts
I might change once i've got hella money saved up
But till that day comes i'll be kicking with the day ones

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